After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao had just come out of the tiger's lair, but he didn't expect to meet Sha Shen head-on, and was carefully observing which personality Yun Jian was.

Yun Jian jumped up, his clothes fluttered like butterflies, and his face burst into embarrassment: "My lady!"

In order to hug Sheng Huaizhao, he even threw the sword beside him.

Sheng Huaizhao was hugged firmly, and he almost couldn't catch his breath: "... let go."

Hot tears soaked his shoulders, and it took Sheng Huaizhao a long while to realize that this was Yun Jian's little crying bag personality.

"You're fine, you're fine, woo..." Xiaokuibao couldn't hold back his emotions when his heart settled down. The fear of being abandoned, the fear of Sheng Huaizhao's life and death, and mixed anger and anxiety all rushed to his heart.

The person in his arms has become the only spiritual support now, and he doesn't even dare to think about what to do if Sheng Huaizhao is really buried in the tiger's mouth.

"Okay, don't cry." Sheng Huaizhao was really uncomfortable being hugged by him, so he hugged him comfortingly, and pressed back the two hands around his waist by the way.

"Didn't you get caught by the white tiger?" Yun Jian rubbed his eyes and asked in a waxy voice, "Where did you get hurt?"

"...Ah." Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously covered his abdomen and looked away, "I said that the white tiger regretted it and let me go halfway, do you believe it?"

Only then did Yun Jian know clearly that the aura of the evil tiger disappeared out of thin air, and any half-way regrets must be lies.

Sensing Xiaokubao's silent gaze, Sheng Huaizhao maintained his composure uncomfortably.

"I believe it." In the next second, Yunjian rubbed into his arms, "I believe everything my lady says."

Sheng Huaizhao: "..." If only your personality at night was so easy to deceive.

The little crying bag finally stabilized, Sheng Huaizhao just wanted to find a way to get out of the valley, but found that the little crying bag had been secretly watching him.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Huaizhao felt a little uncomfortable in his abdomen, leaning against a dead tree, waiting for him to have an attack.

Yun Jian hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out the bloody book on his sleeve, and asked in a trembling voice, "Miss, did you write this letter of reconciliation? Are you going to divorce me?"

Sheng Huaizhao: ...I knew it.

"Well, this matter is a long story, let's leave here first."

Noticing Sheng Huaizhao's evasion, Yun Jian silently put his sleeves into his arms and re-guarded his sword: "Okay."

The Xurun Mountain was in a mess, Sheng Huaizhao walked around for a long time before finding Mingshun, the little monk seemed to have rolled around in the mud, his whole body was dirty.

When Yun Jian landed, he looked at the pit on the ground, and head Lin didn't know when he ran away with Chen Qian.

"Yunjian, take him away." Sheng Huaizhao said softly.

Yun Jian paused for a moment, his eyes followed Sheng Huaizhao: "Don't you need it, lady?"

Sheng Huaizhao said inexplicably, "It's not me who broke my leg."

The Bingpi Duanzi in front of him immediately felt pitiful: "But I want to hug you..."

Mingshun didn't dare to meddle in the family affairs of the two, so he took out a branch and stood up firmly: "I'm fine."

Ever since he witnessed the tragic situation of the head of Lin, he did not dare to treat Yun Jian in the daytime as a simple crying bag, and even vaguely felt that his personality in the daytime was more terrifying.

Sheng Huaizhao was too lazy to make things difficult for others, worried that the Yanfeng faction would continue to entangle, so he left first.

But when Yu Jian left Yanfeng Sect, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.The main peak of the Yanfeng Sect is surrounded by black smoke, and the several peaks look quite uneven, and the head of Lin is afraid that he can't take care of himself.

Could it be that justice fell from the sky and a meteorite hit it?Thank goodness for that.

An hour later, Yun Jian brought the two of them to a place called Meixianyu, and rented an inn with the money he exchanged for the jade pendant.

Recently, many monks from outside have rested their feet here, the house supply is tight, Ming Shun has a room alone, Sheng Huaizhao can only share a room with Yun Jian.

When the doctor was invited, the medicinal materials were prepared, and the smell of blood was removed, it was already dusk.

Sheng Huaizhao sat cross-legged on the bed, staring solemnly at a jade tooth in the palm of his hand.

This is what was left after Xu Runshan's vicious tiger guarding the mountain was devoured by him.

This ability was obtained by some kind of coincidence before Sheng Huaizhao transmigrated into this book. At the beginning, when the system said that the previous things could not be brought back, he was a little regretful.

And when he felt a strong sense of hunger in front of that spirit tiger, he also felt incredible.

...I thought I was a useless person, but it seems that I am not completely.

"Anyway, I can barely protect myself in the future." Sheng Huaizhao casually put the jade teeth into the clothes room, "System, when the white tiger chased me, you seemed to be disconnected, didn't you?"

The Sea of ​​Consciousness system was silent for a moment, and Sheng Huaizhao caught the strangeness that it did not expect to pass by.

The system told the truth: Hmm... Ever since your "hunger" revived, I have faintly lost synchronization with you.Perhaps it was because the plot changes were too huge, and my existence was affected by the way of heaven in this book.

The meaning of the existence of the system is to let Sheng Huaizhao follow the plot conscientiously, become a villain in the future and be killed by the protagonist with a sword.

Sheng Huaizhao disobeyed the way of heaven in order to protect himself and change his fate, and he will be held accountable sooner or later.

"What will happen if you lose synchronization with me completely?" Sheng Huaizhao asked.

System: You will completely disconnect from me and lose my help.

"That's good." Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes, "It's clean."

System: How do you say such cold words with a body temperature of 36 degrees?

The system doesn't know how long it can last in this intermittent situation. It is hesitant to remind the host not to violate the plot too much, but when they think that they did the most contrary to the plot at the beginning, no matter what they do now, it will be trivial. The system fell silent again.

Half of his head poked out from behind the screen, Sheng Huaizhao turned around and found Yun Jian looking at him cautiously.

...That's right, he and Xiao Kuibao haven't discussed the matter of "He Lishu" in the valley just now.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Sheng Huaizhao chose the latter between "casually perfunctory the past and talk about it tomorrow" and "perfunctory him right now".

"Yun Jian." He spoke first, patted the mattress beside him lightly, "Come here."

Little Crying Bag responded softly, and carefully walked around to his side, obviously changed into a white robe, but still held the broken sleeve in his hand.

Yun Jian stood in front of him, didn't intend to sit down, just stared at him blankly.

"I didn't mean to make peace with you, I didn't write this." Sheng Huaizhao truthfully confessed.

Yun Jian shook slightly, but bit his lower lip lightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Sheng Huaizhao had no choice but to say, "If you don't believe me, just take a pen and paper, correct the handwriting."

Yun Jian's eyes brightened slightly, and he quickly spread out a pen and paper for him, but Sheng Huaizhao only wrote a "he" and was interrupted by him.

"I believe you." He just wants to be with you, not to leave, "The handwriting is not from the same person."

Sheng Huaizhao put down the pen, afraid that he would ask who wrote it again, so he preemptively opened his skirt gently: "How is your injury?"

Yun Jian was stunned for a second, and subconsciously wanted to block his chest, but because it was Sheng Huaizhao, he held back his movements.

Sheng Huaizhao's five fingers were slender and silvery, like the silver light of the cold moon sprinkled on the period, and when they touched the skin, it was icy cold, making his newly healed area itchy continuously.

"Don't..." Yun Jian gripped his fingertips lightly, the corners of his eyes were red, as if a layer of semi-condensed and semi-melted maple syrup had fallen.

Only then did Sheng Huaizhao realize that there was a hot flash in the palm of Xiaokuibao's hand, but just as he covered his hand, there was already a feeling of ironing.

No, his temperature is wrong.

Sheng Huaizhao covered Yun Jian's chest with his entire palm, Xiaokubao hummed in eagerness and refusal, and leaned softly to rest his forehead on his shoulder.

"My lady." He put his hand on the back of Sheng Huaizhao's and hummed softly, "Your hands are so cold."

Let the system shout like crazy in the brain: He is so cute, hug him, no one can refuse to act coquettishly and cry.

Sheng Huaizhao was unmoved, and even ruthlessly withdrew his hand: "You have a fever, lie down."

Yun Jian clung to him aggrievedly, wanting to crawl into his arms like a puppy, but held back pitifully: "What is a fever?"

Sheng Huaizhao stood up, curled his slender and thick eyelashes, and ordered three points: "Are you lying down or not?"

Yun Jian seemed to be afraid that he would get angry, so he quickly turned his head and lay down on the bed, the crumpled quilt was a little flustered, but he still lay down obediently.

"I'll go out for a while, and when I come back later and find you moving around, I'll punish you."

Yun Jian poked out his messy head, and was about to sit up immediately: "Where are you going?"

"Get the medicine for you." Sheng Huaizhao poked his head with his finger and pushed him back, "I told you not to move."

"How long will you be back?"

"soon."

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao went out, he happened to meet the clerk in the store. He hesitated for a while, and took out the money bag that Yun Jian had left with him, and asked someone to run around, and then turned into Mingshun's room next door.

Mingshun's leg was treated by the doctor, and there were a lot of herbs piled up in the house, a considerable part of which was picked by them on Xurun Mountain.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him coming, Mingshun started to get out of bed.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't embarrass the disabled person, he stopped his movements: "Yunjian has a fever, I'll get some medicine."

Only then did Mingshun remember, and asked Sheng Huaizhao to help him get a few herbs, and then took out a porcelain bottle: "Let him eat this first, to disperse and reduce the fever. Let the store decoct these herbs, and then bring them to me first."

Sheng Huaizhao listened to his big and small orders with a headache, and when he went out, he happened to see the buddy who came back.

He took the candied haws from the waiter with a smile on his face, and handed him the medicinal ingredients: "Fry it and send it here."

Sheng Huaizhao spent a lot of money, and the clerk was happy to serve him: "That's great."

After explaining clearly, Sheng Huaizhao pushed open the door, and what he saw was Yun Jian who was leaning on the edge of the bed and looking out the door.

If he had ears and tails, they should be drooping now, trying to tell his unhappiness.

Perhaps because of his concentration on eavesdropping, Sheng Huaizhao suddenly entered the door and caught Yun Jian by surprise. He clung to the bed in a panic as if nothing happened.

Looking at the messy back of his head, Sheng Huaizhao suddenly felt that he was a bit like the cat he raised before that liked to play hide-and-seek.

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